Endless Debt Chapter 1085 - 114: The Madness of Chaos (Part 2)

The plague of decay not only devours matter, but also gnaws at the Ether. Wherever it spreads, it causes the Ether to continuously thin out, ultimately leading to an Ether vacuum phenomenon.

Yet, in such a situation, a multitude of Condensers are summoning the Ether. It resembles a vacuum region suddenly appearing in the deep sea; when the force sustaining this vacuum disappears, massive amounts of seawater surge in to fill the void.

The Ether behaves in precisely the same manner.

Under the summons of the Condensers, a vast quantity of Ether is drawn from the surrounding areas. As it interacts with the residual plague of decay in the air, the escalating concentration triggers phenomena of an Extraordinary nature.

The laws of nature begin to warp, the very foundation of reality starts to crumble, and the principles of physics become untrustworthy.

In the clash of Extraordinary Power, it seems all reason attempts to flee this distorted zone. Amidst the savage storm and earth-shattering events, everything appears minuscule and fragile. Within the twisted and deformed reality, supernatural occurrences seem to gain form and life, appearing cunning and cruel, howling mercilessly and struggling within this warped world.

After direct confrontations, as seasoned professionals, everyone decisively opts to conceal themselves within the mist, with chaotic lights consistently flickering in the dim grayness.

The King’s Secret Swordsmen, evoking images of warriors from ancient times, brandish their blades, which emanate a faint blue radiance of Ether Power, softly humming as if in silent invocation.

Suddenly, a Field Staff launches an assault upon one of the Secret Swordsmen. Ether swirls incessantly in the atmosphere, flashing with streaks of lightning-like light. Their figures intertwine, and the energy on the ground stirs up violent gusts and torrential rain. The masks of the Field Staff shimmer in the darkness, adding an aura of mystery to this prolonged conflict.

Bologue advanced with swift steps, seeking a strategic opening.

An opportunity for a hunt.

Within the chaotic tableau, countless Ethers danced in the air, making it impossible to pinpoint the origin of the attacks, while the swirling Secret Energy resembled surging waves in the darkness, sending shivers down the spine.

As the battle intensifies, an increasing number of Condensers join this chaotic fray. They appear like beams of light, flashing rapidly and disrupting everyone’s field of vision. Each individual struggles, striving desperately not to succumb to this endless chaos.

No one can be certain if they will emerge alive from this war fraught with peril.

Geoffrey moved towards the opponent’s Negative Power User, as the Bone-breaking Knife and Secret Sword met in a brutal exchange; they hacked and slashed at each other with cold steel.

The battlefield slowly transforms into rubble, with combatants darting with incredible speed across the debris, engaging their adversaries so quickly as to dazzle observers.

Their strikes not only blazed with the brilliance of Ether energy but also sliced through the air with sharp, cold weapons. Each participant relentlessly wielded their Secret Energy, fiercely pursuing victory.

Amidst the flashes of cold light and the deep resonance resonating through the Alchemy Matrix, the surrounding space began to feel unnerving.

The physical laws of reality became distorted, and various supernatural phenomena manifested unceasingly. Some individuals could traverse hundreds of meters in mere seconds, others could shatter solid structures with a punch, and some even created effects resembling the manipulation of time’s flow.

The power these Condensers exhibited surpassed human comprehension, yet the chasm separating them from the ordinary world was merely a dense veil of mist away.

As the conflict progresses, certain Condensers appear to lose their grip on reason, becoming consumed by ferocity and violence, consumed by the desire to utterly destroy their opponents.

However, some remain composed. Despite their less formidable power, they parry each blow with measured responses amidst the flashing lights. In this dark, chaotic, and frenzied environment, they have become a beacon of stability, offering a glimmer of hope to others.

A Field Staff was violently struck down by his adversary. Yet, his opponent was faring no better, covered in wounds and breathing heavily.

Just as he was preparing to deliver the finishing blow to the Field Staff, the mist behind him swirled ominously, as if a spectral entity was rapidly approaching.

By the time he sensed something was wrong, a sharp blade had already plunged into his heart from behind. In the subsequent moment, a hand axe severed his throat, silencing his scream.

He attempted a counterattack, only to realize moments later that the Ether concealed within no longer responded to his commands. The Alchemy Matrix seemed to have suffered a significant rupture, as Ether poured out without cessation.

Protection – Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

An overwhelming sense of dread erupted in his heart. He could feel the Evil Spirit advancing from the mist actively doing to him. It was not only claiming his life but also draining his Ether.

Despair was fleeting as Bologue completely severed the neck, causing the head to tumble onto the earth. Drenched in gore, Bologue infused the drained Ether into his parched Alchemy Matrix.

The fallen Field Staff could only stare in disbelief at Bologue. From his viewpoint, a mere blur materialized, dispatched the adversary with extreme speed, and in the subsequent instant, Bologue dissolved back into the swirling mist.

The Evil Spirit weaved erratically through the dense fog, a phantom appearing and vanishing. Its sinister maw carved through enemy forms, producing a sound that was both terrifying and alluring, instilling dread in all who witnessed its assault.

Amidst the brutal chaos of close combat, the presence of the Evil Spirit went unnoticed by many. It lay in wait, concealed like a seasoned assassin, its gaze fixed upon the battlefield, patiently selecting and eliminating the isolated and injured foes.